[Kili doesn't waste time with formalities. He looks strained and tired, dark shadows lining his eyes. No doubt he hasn't been sleeping well.]

I'm looking for Thorin Oakenshield. He's a dwarf like me, dark hair, blue eyes, probably carrying an elvish sword. I've been told he is here, but so far I've been unable to locate him.

[His hands are trembling slightly as he draws one over his face, rubbing lightly.]

If anyone has information on him, please tell me. [A moment of hesitation.] My name is Kili and the best place to find me would be the training rooms.

[There’s a teenage girl seated at one of the many tables in the library, flicking absent-mindedly through a large brown textbook. Although the cover is faced down and the viewers can't see the title, a closer look at the shelves in the background will reveal that she is in the History section. When she speaks, she appears to be talking more to herself than to the network]

Oil deposits in 2015 AD… [She sighs and closes the book, placing on the table] That’s not too long after my timeline… [Even if this Earth is supposedly a different one from the one she came from, it’s still unnerving to read about. Finally, she turns her attention away from the book and glances directly at the camera of the tablet]

I was wondering…what kind of worlds were people pulled from? How many of you recognise names like “America”, “Germany” and “Japan”?

[There's the sounds of a scuffle---with a girl's voice cursing and complaining about 'stupid idiots, I'm not handing over my marques or whatever the money here's called! I told that little girl I'd buy her some bread!' ---when the tablet's voice feed suddenly clicks on:]

Okay, now let me get this straight. We're supposed to be soldiers, off fighting this war, right? So tell me this---

[The girl speaking quickly grunts as she dodges the thugs' attacks. The sounds of her footsteps make a scurrying noise as if she quickly backpedaled away. Afterward, she takes a deep, irritated breath.]

---isn't part of our job supposed to be keeping the peace? Why are there still moron thugs running around?

[After she poses this inquiry, there's the sound of electricity cracking, and the tablet suddenly shuts off.]



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